Thursday, May 24, 2012

Duck Duck Book

A
whirlwind weekend in Orlando, Florida, where our primary mission was to visit
that book-inspired theme park within a theme park, The Wizarding World of Harry Potter, promised to leave little time
for visiting book-related sites. But I was in for some pleasant surprises as one discovery led to another.

First
up, a visit to the Peabody Hotel on International Drive—up the street
from our more humble lodgings. If you’ve never heard of the Peabody hotels
(locations in Orlando, Memphis, and Little Rock) you might not know about the
ducks. From the Peabody web site:

Legend
of the Peabody Ducks

How
did the tradition of the ducks in The Peabody fountain begin?

Back
in 1932 Frank Schutt, General Manager of The Peabody, and a friend, Chip
Barwick, returned from a weekend hunting trip to Arkansas. The men had a little
too much Jack Daniel’s sippin’ whiskey, and thought it would be funny to place
some of their live duck decoys (it was legal then for hunters to use live
decoys) in the beautiful Peabody fountain.

Three
small English call ducks were selected as “guinea pigs,” and the reaction was
nothing short of enthusiastic. Soon, five North American Mallard ducks would
replace the original ducks.

In
1940, bellman Edward Pembroke, a former circus animal trainer, offered to help
with delivering the ducks to the fountain each day and taught them the
now-famous Peabody Duck March. Mr. Pembroke became the Peabody Duckmaster,
serving in that capacity for 50 years until his retirement in 1991.

The
original ducks have long since gone, but after 75 years, the marble fountain in
the hotel lobby is still graced by ducks. The Peabody ducks march at 11 a.m.
and 5 p.m. daily.

In Orlando, the ducks spend the night in a rooftop enclosure complete with another
large fountain lined with Italian marble. After a limited period of “service”
they are retired to live out their lives on a farm. (We really want to believe this part.)

The
day we visited, a fairly inexperienced group of ducks were the stars and in a
moment of confusion overshot the entrance to their private elevator—the one
that leads up to their penthouse.

Elevator reserved for the Peabody Ducks.

The lobby fountain.

The ducks (above and following) enjoying some
afternoon sunlight before the parade.

On the red carpet.

The runaways.

The Duck Master in hot pursuit.

Posing for a glamour shot.

But
before long, all was well and the Duck Master took them away for a well-earned
rest.

Back in the penthouse for drinks.

This book about the Peabody by Scott Faragher and
Katherine Harrington is for sale in the hotel gift shop
and available through online booksellers.

Until
I read more, I didn't realize that the hotel was named for businessman and philanthropist George Peabody.* Peabody
financed a number of cultural institutions, perhaps most famously, the Peabody
Institute, a music conservatory at Johns Hopkins University in Baltimore.

The
George Peabody Library, also part of the university, is
now high on the list of libraries I want to visit.

The building serves as a research library; the beautiful
multi-level atrium is also rented as an event space.

*
From what I can gather, Peabody did not have a direct financial interest in the
hotel. The builder, Colonel Robert C. Brinkley, who had turned to Peabody for
financing on another project, chose the name.

* *
*

Leaving
behind the ducks and their namesake, I wondered if we find real books in a
land of make-believe? As it turns out, we did.

At Universal Orlando's Seuss Landing, books were part of the architectural detail and were also for sale.

The sign over the door of this bookstore dedicated to the beloved
author reads Dr. Seuss's All the Books You Can Read--
a happy message for young visitors and their parents.

The selection inside.

For those in the mood for something a bit darker, at least two gift shops in The Wizarding World of Harry Potter carry the series of books. The shop attached to Olivander's, where wands may be purchased, also has this frightening creature on display.

The Monster Book of All Monsters, or as I have come to think of it,
Biblio Dentata.

A word to the wise.

Note: The search for books at Universal was
inspired in part a blog post by one of the owners of Yeoman’s in the Fork, a rare book
and document gallery in Franklin, Tennessee.

4 comments:

Off to live on a farm, eh? That farm must be crowded with all the puppies and kittens parents couldn't keep. :(

Recently we were walking on a trail along a creek near where we live. We saw a duck couple out with their 8 tiny ducklings. They were SO tiny, maybe newly hatched - tiny round balls with beaks. They were SO cute. I was disappointed that I didn't have a phone or a camera with me.

The next day, we took the same walk, and we saw them again, in the same spot. We couldn't believe it. This time the creek was running very fast from a recent rain, and the parents were trying to prevent the babies from being swept downstream. It was nerve-wracking, but the parents kept the whole brood intact. And again, no camera!

The next day we took the camera... and didn't see the duck family. Saw lots of male ducks, but no chicks. We've been taking the camera every day since, and of course we've never seen them again!